I am adding another one to my age next week. At this same age, my father has already accomplished so many things; made a lot of money along with life-altering decisions. Perhaps he is right. I am a failure. Indeed, in the normal circumstance of reality, I guess I am. I do not feel a failure, though. I may not have the material achievements as expected of any human being, but I get by. I feel fine. Sour grapes. Sour grapes. Sour grapes.
I believe it is about my design. The way I perceive existence. I mean, living is multi-dimensional in my case. I think it is the same for everyone, but only few actually live it. And just so maybe I am one of the few. For example, I may just be a full-time mother without any career to speak of, yet in another reality I have a demanding job. Somehow something tells me it is the reason why I have this kind of life. I need to do more in the others. This reality is my, well, how shall I put it, hmmnn simultaneous rest and recreation. I beg to differ, really, because being a mother, a wife, and motherfucking running a household is not a walk in the park.
So what is my job, if you might ask? Well, sometimes this and sometimes that. I do not have a fucking idea. But, I am On Call. Sorry, I forget about the NDA part.
I love my life, regardless.
:P sC